Lost in Translation

At the mention of her name
UR heart sore high.
At the sound of her voice
UR ears hear every single word.
At the sight of her face
UR eyes can see no other.
At the touch of her hand
UR feelings grow stronger than ever.
At the thought of her whole being
UR complete.

And yet U know she's not URS.
And yet U know UL be hurt.
And yet U know she will get hurt.

But U really like her.
But U enjoy every second of each other.
But U are bound to get hurt.
But U can't let go.

We can always analyze and overanalyze.
We can draw so many conclusions.
We can endlessly hear advices of pros and cons.
We can formulate solutions.

Yet we can never totally understand:
how Love begins,
how Love is done,
how Love truly ends.

Yet we risk.
And love.
And suffer.

Hmm..funny how I fell for you when it's too complicated to even think about it.

But I like it.

I like the complication it brings.

A challenge, maybe.

OR it's just going to be another one of those anticipated pain.

Shit.